Frank V. Gardner

(2 December 1922 - / Washington, D. C.)

Halloween Game



October ends up with a game.
Each year things happen much the same.
Some ghosts and goblins may be seen,...
Around about on Halloween.


It's really kids dressed up like that:
Some tall and thin, some short and fat;
They go to homes near where they live
To ask the occupants to give.


The game is played by all in fun,...
By light of moon, not of the sun.
The kids won't trick,...
Or scare,...
Or 'beat'....
If they receive a little treat.

(At daughter, Nancy's request, during breakfast on October 25,1972, I wrote this poem for her to recite at school that day in Vienna, Virginia.)

Submitted: Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Edited: Friday, March 30, 2012

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